He wanders on in, and pokes a few more things before taking a seat, making himself comfortable. He pointedly turned the exposed arm about to show off none of them have any signs of old infection, he's taken care of them. "You're very fixated on that, you know?" he notes, hoisting his leg so he can stretch it out.

He considers the brace a moment, trying to do some mental math. It's been a while now, and he looks surprised now that he thinks back on it. "Few years," he offers vaguely. Closer to 10.